Dogs on Television / Press

“If you’re yearning for the days when power trios were all the rage and every overdriven three-piece garage band wanted to be Grand Funk, Mountain or Cream, you need look no further than Boston’s Dogs on Television. With guitarist/vocalist/songwriter James Houlahan (ex-The Jody Grind) at the helm, DoTV’s debut album is a rollicking foray into the hard rock of forty years ago, when just about everything on the rock stations was “stoner” rock....At a time when hard rock means boring radio drivel like Staind and 3 Doors Down, it’s nice to hear somebody doing it the way they used to way back then, before it was “classic” rock.”

Chuck Foster - thebigtakeover.com

“I woke up this morning with Dogs on Television’s “Lay It on the Line, Child” stuck in my head, and I was pretty happy about it, so kudos to the band for that. As a young man, I was beaten over the head repeatedly with blues-driven rock to the point that even seeing the word “blues” in a press release causes my body to twitch involuntarily in an unpleasant manner, yet I still found this album to be quite refreshing. Therefore, if anyone reading this is a connoisseur of blues-driven rock, then listening to this record will probably make your body twitch involuntarily in a pleasant manner. The band is very comfortable settling into a swampy groove, but also quite adept at pushing the songs in directions that you don’t expect. When they indulge in cacophony, they remind me of Wilco, which is not what I would have expected. But I guess this album was very much not what I expected. I like that.”

Kevin Finn - The Noise

“Once upon a time, there were three great bands: the Beatles, the Stones, and your band (and Led Zeppelin). Now there are five…or six. Your old band was pretty good too. So I walk into Porter Belly's at around 10:40 and the place is pretty close to packed. The band called Dogs on TV is playing a Willie Dixon tune (I think he did it first... can't remember). So far so good. Then the mothertruckers do a couple of other cover tunes, which are totally fine...but then...they play their own stuff—deep, dirty, yummy, dirgy (but not too dirgy) grinds that make me stomp my foot and order some Jim Beam, straight up. I slug it down,and on to the next tune which has some killer guitar with an octave pedal—man, good stuff. Turns out that this is their first gig. And rumor has it they never rehearsed. Damn. Damn good. Hopefully they'll be back to the neighborhood bar.”